The Shrewd King
She looks at me with her face wet with tears, as if she could see me, even though I know that she is blind.
On top of her, gripping her waist, is a massive human. Eight feet tall. Muscles bulging in his naked body. His face is covered in facial hair. No. It’s not an enormous human, but a god. He looks up at me. His face is cruel and his fangs elongate.
“So, the Vessel is close for reaping…” Then he smirks, “... again.”
“Help...” Inanna whispers to me.
The Blood God pushes her head down on the ground. “No one will help you. That is just an illusion. You are being connected to me, to the gods. You are special, Inanna.”
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